I stood there as if I was petrified, but I looked further, and there, under the loose straw upon the ground, I saw the pocket-book lying all safe.

The man who had taken the straw away had not been smart enough to see it.

I felt as though a bright gleam of sunshine had come over me, and I picked it up and hid it away in a safe place.

My God! My God! What a fool I was." "I should think so," replied Sommers.
Bucholz then drew a sketch of the barn, and designated the hiding-place of the money as being under the flooring of the first stall that you met on entering.
It was with great difficulty that Summers retained his composure as he received this information, but he succeeded in controlling his emotions, and took the paper from the hands of his companion with a calmness which displayed the wonderful control which he exercised over himself.
"There are some marks upon these bills," said Bucholz with a laugh, "and if Mr.Olmstead was to see them he would know what they mean." "Ah, yes," replied Sommers.

"They are the numbers which Mr.Schulte put upon them, but," he added, confidently, "I will soon fix that, a little acid will take that all out and nobody will know anything about it." The prisoner laughed, gleefully, and slapping his companion upon the back, exclaimed: "Ah, Sommers, you are a devil of a fellow! and I can trust your skill in anything." He then informed Sommers that he did not know how much money was in the pocketbook; that he had taken some fifty and one-hundred-dollar bills out of it, but that fearing to have so much money about him he had replaced a large portion of what he had previously taken.
The time was now approaching for visitors to leave the prison, and Sommers arose to go.